The Hundred-and-Fifty-Thousand-Year Darkgolden Tiger King

His fourth soul ring was as much as a hundred and fifty thousand years old.

Because it was a self-condensed soul ring, although it was a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, it only had one soul skill.

Tiger King Descends-the Tiger King here naturally referred to the Darkgolden Tiger King.

As Dai Mubai activated this soul skill, a phantom Darkgolden Tiger King, fully dozens of yards tall, descended. Immediately afterward, its body gradually solidified.

"This... this aura! This is actually a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!"

Sensing the powerful aura erupting from every part of the Darkgolden Tiger King, Tang Hao's expression changed drastically.

There was no faking pressure like this.

Had he been at his peak, he would not have feared it. But he already had lingering ailments, and Zhao Wuji's desperate struggle earlier had aggravated some of his internal injuries. Facing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, even he needed to avoid its edge for the time being.

"Kill!"

The icy word left Dai Mubai's mouth.

This was his fourth soul skill. It could condense a phantom hundred-thousand-year soul beast whose age matched that of the soul ring, allowing it to remain for five minutes.

Although this phantom was not a real hundred-thousand-year Darkgolden Tiger King, it still possessed ninety percent of its combat strength.

Let alone Tang Hao, it could even hold its own against a level 96 Titled Douluo.

Activating this one soul skill alone had consumed half the soul power in Dai Mubai's body.

Fortunately, this was a rule-type soul skill. Otherwise, if he had to sustain it with his own soul power, at his current realm, he estimated he could only hold out for two or three minutes.

While directing the hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year Darkgolden Tiger King in battle, Dai Mubai began rapidly circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, refining the soul core within him and swiftly recovering his soul power.

With the Mysterious Heaven Skill, together with the soul-power-attribute soul core condensed from Ultimate Metal, his soul power recovered rapidly.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao no longer had any of his initial bearing. Severely injured, he was simply no match for the hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year Darkgolden Tiger King.

He kept fleeing, utterly bedraggled.

This sight left Zhao Wuji and Flender, standing off to the side, completely dumbfounded.

"I knew this kid was strong, but I never imagined he was this strong!"

Zhao Wuji watched everything with his jaw hanging open.

Immediately afterward, a delighted grin burst across his face.

"Good, good, very good!"

"Mubai, give him a good beating!"

"Tang Hao, weren't you so arrogant? Weren't you so overbearing? Go on, keep strutting!"

Zhao Wuji felt immensely satisfied. In a daze, he felt as though something within him had broken.

Then he entered a state of deep meditation.

Flender, meanwhile, looked at Dai Mubai with terror filling his eyes.

He kept searching his memories. He did not seem to have done anything to displease this kid, had he?

It seemed that only when Dai Mubai had first enrolled had he done a few foolish things, but he had never provoked Dai Mubai to his face, much less opposed him.

After that, he had simply stopped concerning himself with him or paying him any attention.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Only after thinking it over again and again did Flender feel somewhat reassured.

Although Tang Hao appeared to be fleeing in a sorry state, he was actually buying time.

The truth was already clear: that kid's soul ring was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Otherwise, there was absolutely no way he could unleash such a heaven-defying soul skill.

But so what?

With his cultivation at the Soul Emperor realm, how long could he last?

As long as Tang Hao stalled until this Darkgolden Tiger King dissipated, everything would fall back under his control.

This time, Tang Hao was thoroughly enraged.

He had already made up his mind. Whether it was Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, or Flender, they all had to die.

The facts had proven that Dai Mubai was far too monstrous a talent. He was absolutely not someone his son could control.

Since that was the case, he had to be killed.

As for Flender and Zhao Wuji, the fact that they had witnessed his disgrace today was also intolerable.

They, too, had to die.

Ultimately, this was not a real hundred-thousand-year soul beast. Moreover, Dai Mubai's cultivation was only at level 70, so the Darkgolden Tiger King condensed by his soul skill had not reached its peak. Under Tang Hao's fierce attacks as he cast aside his dignity as a powerhouse, and amid the constant flight, the Darkgolden Tiger King's phantom gradually grew transparent.

"Seventh Soul Skill!"

"Clear Sky Secret Technique, Aerial Strike!"

Seizing an opening, Tang Hao immediately unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar, then followed it with the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, dealing the Darkgolden Tiger King a fatal blow.

"In the end, my level is still too low. I can't truly condense an existence comparable to a hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year Darkgolden Tiger King."

Just then, Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes and looked with a smile at Tang Hao, who stood a short distance away, brimming with killing intent.

His soul power had already recovered to its peak.

Using Tiger King Descends once more would not be difficult.

And Tang Hao? Already injured, he had been forced to unleash his Martial Soul Avatar and use the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique. How much soul power could he have left?

How much strength could he still bring to bear?

Moreover, what Dai Mubai had displayed earlier was merely his fourth soul skill.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Body!"

"Third Soul Skill, Charged Punch!"

Dai Mubai did not activate his fourth soul skill again, however. How could he easily pass up such a fine whetstone?

Besides, Zhao Wuji had now entered a rare state of sudden enlightenment. It would be better to move the battlefield farther away.

Of course, there was another, most crucial reason: he still needed to guard against Tang Hao's Ring Detonation.

That skill was truly far too heaven-defying.

He needed to drag things out until Tang Hao no longer had the strength to use Ring Detonation. Only then would he be completely confident of taking him down.

His first soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Body, was an enhancement-type soul skill that boosted all his physical attributes by as much as three hundred percent. Apart from strength, speed, and defense, it could also increase his resistance to abnormal conditions by three hundred percent.

As it was one of his most frequently used skills, Dai Mubai's mastery of it had already reached the point of a flame burning pure blue.

Combined with his Indestructible Vajra and the Ultimate Metal attribute he controlled, he could now clash head-on with a Titled Douluo using his physique alone. How long he could hold out, however, was hard to say.

As for his third soul skill, Charged Punch, he had come up with that name himself.

It was a soul-power-compression skill. As long as his physique was strong enough and his meridians were tough enough, in theory, he could compress power into his right fist without limit.

His right hand had fused with Xiong Jun's External Soul Bone of over four hundred thousand years, the Sky-Rending Claw. Its toughness had reached an unimaginable degree.

Even without using the soul bone skill Sky-Rending Claw, it was enough to let him build up power to an utterly terrifying level.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

As the power continued to compress, Dai Mubai's right fist grew increasingly heavy, as though it held a bomb that could explode at any moment.

And just then, Tang Hao came charging over with his Tool Soul Avatar active, swinging his great hammer.

Judging by his stance, he intended to wipe them out completely.